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Amiyah flips him off, taking a seat across from Madden. “You were out late,” Madden accuses her, and she rolls her eyes, moving closer to Devlin. Madden’s jaw tightens, fist grabbing his bottle too hard.
“We going to take that new purse and show it off today?” Devlin asks, and Amiyah’s entire existence lights up.
“Yes. We need to go buy your costume anyways.” She rises, stretching. “I’ll go get ready.”
As soon as she leaves, Madden turns to Devlin. “The fuck are you playing at?” he asks.
“All right,” I interject. “You go work off that anger somewhere else, yeah?”
Madden glares, grabbing his shake and walking away. He’s the most levelheaded, until it comes to Amiyah.
I follow, making sure he leaves instead of going back into the kitchen. I hear music playing from the base of the stairs, and my dick stirs. Looking to the top, I mumble, “Fuck it.”
Walking up the stairs with barely-contained excitement, I sneak into her room, locking the door behind me. Brixley looks over to me, hands wrapped around her pole. She has a simple black thong on, a matching bra and black heels paired with it. Her eyes widen as I walk over to her bed. I sit, leaning back on my elbows into the cloudy soft fur. My eyes darken, lowering to slits. “Dance for me, Rabbit,” I rasp.
Her eyes flash and she bites her lip. She hooks her heeled foot around the pole, spinning. She straddles the pole, head tipped back as she rolls her body. She carousels down to her knees, back arching as her head almost touches her feet. I rub my aching cock through my jeans. The music picks up at the same time Brixley’s moves become more erotic; she twists and spins around the pole, doing things you’d think would be impossible. Her body is hot and sweaty, wildfire hair sticking to her face as her hands roam her body. The way she dances is pure sin.
And my control snaps.
I rise, stalking to her. Her eyes widen as I push my body into hers. My hands come out, caressing and tracing every inch of her curves, until my hands are gripping hers. I stretch her arms above her head, pinning them together with one had. Reaching into my jeans pocket, I retrieve my bandana, tying it around her hands so she’s trapped to the pole. “Caught in my trap again, little rabbit. Will you ever learn?”
“Maybe I want to be trapped.” Her voice is a lusty whisper, and I smirk.
I drop to my knees, and she arches her body against the pole, positioning her messy pussy in my face. My fingers curl under the thin straps on her hips, pulling and snapping them against her skin. She moans as red welts appear. I pull the thong down her soft legs. “Do you get off on me watching you, Rabbit?” I run my fingers through her silky folds, my fingers glistening with her arousal.
I watch her skin pebble as I lower my mouth to my mark; it’s almost healed now. I run my tongue over it, sucking the skin into my mouth as I make my way to her pussy. I bite down on her folds and she whimpers, arching herself into me more. I wrap my hands around her thighs, draping them over my shoulders. And then, I devour. Sucking and licking her sweet flavor, letting it explode on my taste buds as her whimpers and moans fill my ears. My eyes flash up to hers as I maneuver my hand, entering two fingers into her sloppy pussy, my mouth latching and sucking on her clit simultaneously. She pulls against the bandana restraining her wrists, eyes closed, mouth open, as she floods my mouth with her release. I drink from her pussy like it’s sweet nectar, thrusting my fingers harder as her body shudders and racks above me. A low whimper leaves her mouth as I remove hands and mouth from her body, rising to my full height. I grip her mouth, making her open for me as I slip my tongue between her lips, making her taste herself.
“When are you going to fuck me?” she whispers, lusty eyes hidden behind fireworks looking up at me.
I rub my thumb along her bottom lip, dragging it down. “I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to do something so much worse.” She blinks up at me. “I’m going to love you.” She swallows, eyes softening. “Because I don’t think anyone has ever loved you like you deserve. I’m not going to be like another one of your clients, Brixley. When I enter your body, I’m taking it slow, kissing all your curves, worshipping your lips, getting lost in your sins. Because when I finally claim your body, you’re fucked, baby. I’ll be your last.” Brixley’s eyes sparkle, and I bend down, kissing her lush lips as I untie her hands. “Are you ready for that?” She shakes her head, looking away from me. “I didn’t think so. Now, pack a bag, we’re all going away for the weekend.”
I walk to my room, giving her space to breathe. I’m not upset she’s not ready, because waiting has never been a problem for me. It’s the look she gave me when I told her I was going to love her, as if she never saw herself worthy, that has me wanting to burn the world down to ashes.
20
Brixley
Seattle,Washington. No one tells you the magic, the pure beauty, this city radiates. You only hear about the dangers of it. But as I peer out the window at the very top of our hotel suit, the view overlooking the sea, I have to disagree with most of the population, because this city is absolutely astounding. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Beckett asks, arms caging my body against the glass.
“I never want to leave,” I whisper.
He chuckles into my neck. “You haven’t even experienced it yet.”
“I don’t have to, I can feel it deep in my soul. This will be my next home.”
“How about I show you what the city has to offer first?”
I turn to look at him, a grin stretching over my face. “Really?”
“Did you think I was going to lock you up in the room the whole time?” He pauses, his deadly panty-melting smirk taking over. “Actually, have you seen the bed? It’s very nice. I could tie you to it for the rest of the trip.”
I tip my head back, laughing. “Maybe tomorrow. I want you to show me Seattle today.”
I document it. The smile he flashes me, as if everything he loves and adores stands in front of him. It’s breathtaking, causing my insides to flip and my toes to curl. “All right, go get some comfy clothes on, and a jacket, we’ll be doing a lot of outdoor walking.” He pulls on my hand as he speaks, tangling our fingers together. “I would wear tennis shoes,” he supplies.
I mock frown. “I was thinking heels, tall platforms.”
He chuckles. “Go get ready, smart-ass.”
